Volume 1, Chapter 58: Chu Tianxing Makes His Move, Ten Thousand People Retreat!

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Swish!

Suddenly, the sound of tearing wind echoed, followed by a crisp clang, and He Kuangzun abruptly staggered back three paces.

Glancing at the flying dagger on the ground, He Kuangzun said with a cold expression, "Su Xiaowan, what is the meaning of this?"

Su Xiaowan's face turned frost-cold. Ignoring He Kuangzun entirely, she stared intently at Chu Tianxing and rebuked harshly, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Even when you launched a sneak attack earlier, you failed to kill a single one of them. How on earth do you dare to face them head-on now?"

With those words, Su Xiaowan waved her hand, recalling the flying dagger from the ground.

"Brother He, since others refuse to lend a hand, allow me to assist you."

Accompanied by a woman's light chuckle, Xin Xiaoxue walked slowly into view, flanked by nine young men and women.

They were none of the others, but members of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sect...

"Let's wait in the parlor now, and we'll leave right after dinner." Sensing that Ban Ziyi probably disliked such an atmosphere, he paused and said in a soft voice.

As soon as Mao Ritian picked up Wenzi, she immediately curled up and tightly wrapped her arms around him, refusing to let go even after being placed in the vehicle.

Ban Yihao did not refuse, nor did he take the cup from her hand; instead, he simply picked up the teapot and poured the tea directly into her cup. She drank several cups in a row, and looking outside, she saw it was still pitch black, figuring that dawn had not yet broken.

Liu Lang's appearance was ever-changing, and very few people knew his true face. However, his name was nothing short of a taboo in the underworld over the past decade.

Ye Ci and Mo Ziyan exchanged surprised glances with Chen Xi and Weiyang. Weiyang turned to look at Chen Xi, who seemed to grasp her intention and, with a somewhat helpless look in his eyes, completed the incomplete barrier beneath Ye Ci's feet into a perfect circle.

Judging by the seniority within their sect, Qixiao was indeed Li Yuan's senior martial brother. Therefore, in private, Li Yuan always addressed Qixiao as "Senior Brother" rather than using the public title of "Marshal" used by everyone else.

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This time, entering the palace took place during daylight. The carriage rolled forward to a certain spot and came to a stop. Because the Emperor had summoned him alone, Hongshi and Qingyu had to wait outside.

Originally, she had wanted to speak of *that* matter, but in reality, she simply lacked the courage to voice such things out loud. She could only hint at it obscurely.

Yesterday's scenes returned to Mo Ning's mind in fragments, and Mo Yingchen's hurtful words echoed relentlessly in her ears.

"All right, Shanshan, stop teasing her. By the way, Tingting, you can just call him Brother Long, just like the rest of us, otherwise it sounds too distant," Ye Ling said, acting much like an elder sister.

Gradually, the group drew closer to the area where Wei Ying had sensed the aura. The ground here was already scarred beyond recognition, littered with deep craters and the lingering traces of fierce combat.

Only then did he find the leisure to enter the house and listen as Niang recounted how she had discovered her pregnancy on the journey back.

Gu Chuhan did not fly into the raging fury that Mu Li had expected. Instead, the corners of his lips curled upward, sapphire-blue eyes as sharp as a hawk's. The expression was both sexy and bewitching—he was clearly smiling, yet no warmth of a smile could be felt. Such a contradictory look appeared faultlessly handsome on his chiseled face.

Although the armored soldier initially wore a look of smug delight, a fraction of a second later, a heavy fist smashed squarely into his face, plunging him into total unconsciousness.

By this time, Xiao Yang and his companions had already fled far away. Xiao Zhan shouted at the top of his lungs, "Senior Ke, Brother Dao, do not linger in the fight lest we ruin the grand objective!" Having forced his opponent back, he whirled around and gave chase. Ke Qingshen, Lingxiaozu, and the others likewise abandoned their opponents to pursue Yelü Yanxi.

Mei Hanxia said coldly, "Then why don't you try?" With that, he flicked his longsword, thrusting forward as gracefully as falling snow. Ye Jingsi countered by swinging her scimitar in a sweeping slash. Mei Hanxia's longsword trembled slightly like a venomous snake darting its tongue, while Ye Jingsi's scimitar parried and hacked horizontally like a wild goose in flight. Evenly matched in skill, the two exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.

Fang Pu rushed over the following day, ascertained the entire sequence of events at the yamen, and was so furious that he didn't even want to see Lin Junren. Only after checking on Niang and confirming she was unharmed did he finally set his mind somewhat at ease.

Seeing the city gates bolted tightly shut, sealed so thoroughly that not even a fly could escape, Su Lingyue felt her heart sink heavily.

Yet, not far away, Liu Xinru watched them continue to chat so merrily, her face twisting with resentment.

As Nangong Yi's biological sister, Nangong Yin could only support his decisions and serve as his strongest backing.

At this thought, she grabbed two stones, concealed herself near the edge of the cliff, and cast out her spiritual sense to monitor those individuals. To her astonishment, those men were actually carrying firearms, making Ziyao's gaze grow even more icy and piercing.

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Indeed, they were beings distinct from mortal kings. To Shesha, a king was a creature superior to ordinary mortals—perhaps still human, much like Fiona—yet they were fundamentally incapable of blending in with normal people. Their terrifyingly sharp intellect, commanding presence, innate charisma, and the invisible pressure they exuded set them entirely apart.

Wu Yixie was deeply shaken by these words, never imagining that Ziyao possessed such a remarkable background. Now endowed with celestial bones, his current state naturally barred him from entering the demon realm, and both alternative paths were equally impassable. Suddenly, he paused—since his older brother had pursued Ziyao, he must have already formulated a plan.

Gazing upon that sleeping face, Tianyu suddenly broke into a gentle smile. It was a smile entirely different from his usual seductive grins—a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart, devoid of alluring temptation or forced awkwardness, reflecting pure, primal emotion from the deepest recesses of his soul.

Within the eternally gloomy and wailing marshes, chilling winds that defied even the arrival of spring swirled endlessly around the Eight-Page Magic Pagoda belonging to Karthus.

This was the battleground between Noxus and Demacia. The land had fallen into absolute silence due to Noxus's unilateral ceasefire. The chaotic clamor of the army, the battle cries, the thunder of hooves, and the earth-shaking shock of iron cavalry clashing—all had vanished alongside the cessation of war.

"Die!" While the lingering echoes of the battle roar seemed to still reverberate, Ai Luosi let out a furious bellow. His body darted forward like lightning, instantly appearing beside the dazed, drunken golden saber-fish, and he drove his fist deep into a specific spot on its mid-to-lower torso.

Li Hao smiled contemptuously, offering no reply as his gaze shifted toward the direction of the villa. Chen Xiuhe had finished speaking with the others and was now walking toward the two of them.

She scooped a spoonful of soup into her mouth, finding herself lacking any appetite. According to the rules, only after the master had finished breakfast were the maidservants permitted to eat.

With a sudden stretch of his long arms, Chu Hemeng was once again imprisoned within Xing Haodong's embrace. "What, do you take this place for a hotel? Come as you please and leave as you wish?" Xing Haodong drew out the end of his sentence, fixing Chu Hemeng with a look of unfathomable meaning.

However... whatever the case might be, it at least stopped Han Chenyi from dwelling on the matter further, canceling the air conditioning lease and easing a tiny bit of her guilt.

With a flicker of her thought, the bamboo door of the wooden cabin swung open all by itself, sliding slowly ajar. Hesitating slightly, yet unable to overcome the curiosity gnawing at her heart, she stepped across the threshold into the cabin.

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